User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-2246928-20160404140352

Fletha gave a groan and crossed her arms, shaking her head in disgust. "Aagh! Knew this was a bad idea. So I played yore stupid game, lemme get s'm rest."

Asrin chuckled, though his face didn't show any amusement. He watched as the stoatess finally disappeared in the belly of the vessel. "Some expert Scurvin is. Y' got us good, Swodd." Rugnatt shook his head. "Sure did. I 'ope ye don't invite me t' another game anytime soon, mates, only weapon I've got left is me cutlass." The weasel pawed at the sheathed sword in question, his brown eyes moving to inspect the rest of the upperdeck for crewbeasts.